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Soul Mates..
My muscles are tense,
As I strike a match to light a cigarette.
The end momentarily bursts into flame,
Before fizzling out into a pretty red light.
The cigarette wobbles in my shaking fingers.
I breathe in the chemicals.
Feeling them roll deep into my lungs.
I hold the smoke there for a moment, closing my eyes,
Nothing matters here,
Not the cold words, or the people that use them.
Not even him.
Alone here, with my back against a brick wall,
It's just me and my cigarette,
Just me and my love...
As I strike a match to light a cigarette.
The end momentarily bursts into flame,
Before fizzling out into a pretty red light.
The cigarette wobbles in my shaking fingers.
I breathe in the chemicals.
Feeling them roll deep into my lungs.
I hold the smoke there for a moment, closing my eyes,
Nothing matters here,
Not the cold words, or the people that use them.
Not even him.
Alone here, with my back against a brick wall,
It's just me and my cigarette,
Just me and my love...
Published 29th May 2012
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29th May 2012 3:19am
A poem about me not long ago. i stopped self harm and took up cigarettes, because i was getting bullied for my scars, and smoking is considered cool in todays society. but as it started getting in the way of my sport, i had to give up.
